My first child has always been more. He literally came into the world screaming. I remember the nurses joking that his apgar scores were most definitely 9’s because of the fervor that he announced his presence. He was not a particularly difficult baby besides not sleeping well. But I do remember when he was about 4… Continue reading Just a little More.
It is 9.30 AM on a Monday. I have already swept the kitchen floor 3 times, changed 2 outfits, wiped one bum, and attempted 2 pinterest crafts. I am exhausted and unsure how I will make it the rest of the day. This is hard. Thirty minutes later I am feeding my 1 year old… Continue reading Stuck in between: Parenting during the Pandemic